Chapter Eleven

Marissa

The clock is ticking and the countdown has begun. Five days, god knows how many hours until Mom and Dad come across on their private plane and demand to know why I haven’t let Elon put his chubby little hands on their daughter’s now no longer untouched body.

They’ll probably want to know why I haven’t arranged another date with him as well, what I’ve actually really been doing during the week they’ve given me to decide whether I want to spend the rest of my life with him or not, and how I’m going to behave in order to woo his equally off-putting replacement if my answer is a categoric no fucking way.

I have spoken to Elon, I suppose that’s something. The conversation went a bit like this:

Elon: Would you like to join me on (insert one of a number of different options here).

Me: Sorry Elon, I’m far too busy shaving my pussy for Carter and Logan.

And... repeat.

Alright, I obviously didn’t say I was shaving my pussy, but I am running out of excuses to see him. It wouldn’t surprise me if Elon gave up a lot earlier than the end of the week that my parents have probably agreed with him, citing irreconcilable differences and skulking off to find the next available eighteen-year-old member of a royal family.

I don’t care what he chooses to do, as long as it doesn’t involve me, although that doesn’t change my predicament, unfortunately. I know Mom and Dad well enough to know that if they say they are coming here, they mean it. Less than a week from now, I’ll have to come clean, which will essentially mark the end of one life and the beginning of another. In the unlikely event they accept my somewhat remarkable position and allow me to stay in the states to continue my three-way Mexican standoff relationship as Logan charmingly puts it, I’ll be the happiest princess alive. If not, nothing will change apart from the fact that, although still technically a princess, I’ll essentially be an orphan. Happy, but parentless.  

Fuck it I think. The sooner my parents realize I have my own life and I’ve chosen how to lead it, the better. Carter and Logan couldn’t be behind me more with this, which arguably could have a negative effect on them as much as it does on me. This world is too fucking backward to even begin to comprehend that three people can be involved in a sexual relationship together and still be in love. I know you’re probably thinking exactly what they might think too, that I’m only eighteen, I’m naive and inexperienced, and how could it possibly be love so early on in the relationship, most of which we’ve spent locked in sexual combat, but the truth is, in my teenage, inexperienced view, love is not something static, that suddenly arrives one day and never changes throughout a relationship, it’s something dynamic, that grows and expands and develops in intensity, and it does so without a ceiling. What Logan, Carter and I have right now could be described as the beginning of the journey of love, a journey that doesn’t have an end. Others might call that lust, or infatuation or whatever, but in terms of emotions, anyone else trying to describe something entirely subjective turns the argument itself into something semantic. We all have different definitions of what love means to us, but from my perspective, this isn’t something throwaway, nor something I want to enjoy and then discard without further development.

There is so much potential between us, and that, combined with the intensity of what I feel right now, both physically and emotionally, means that what I know is possible later along the line, makes me squirm inside with delight.

I could go on and on about how much these two men mean to me, but I want to boil it down to one very simple sentence, just so you know exactly where I stand: I want them so much I need them.

I wonder if that will be enough to convince my parents, or whether I’ll have to get the flip chart out and start doing some diagrams. Now, if I were pregnant, that might be a different thing altogether-.

I’m joking. I’d look hot with a belly, but I’m not ready to have a baby just yet. Watching Carter and Logan decide who gets to impregnate me first would be funny, though. I guess I’d have to have two just to make it fair. A pair of football playing princes, or a pair of football loving princesses, or a mix and match of both. That would be enough to turn my dad’s hair white and maybe enough to get us kicked out of this country.

I rub my belly and pretend, imagining what it would be like. The ideal solution, of course, would be one of each inside me at the same time, but I don’t even think that’s scientifically possible. I suppose I could let them both come inside me at once and make the thing a race. Logan’s keen to try double penetration, and I’m certainly not against it either, but I don’t think my tight little pussy hole is big enough to accommodate them both at the moment. Taking them in both holes at once was hard enough, although every time we’ve done it since that first time truly has been absolutely amazing.

Turns out I love anal sex. Who would have thought it?

They don’t put that in the fairy tales, do they? At least not the ones my parents gave me to read.

Today is going to be fun, tomorrow too. Now that I’ve given Elon my shaving my pussy excuse I’m totally free to enjoy it with my boys. I don’t know whether he buys into the whole I’ve come down with a cold and I need to spend the weekend at home justification for my absence, but he doesn’t have much of a choice either, short of coming over here himself and demanding that I see him, and thankfully, Elon just doesn’t have big enough balls to do that.

If anyone is going to be knocking on this door it’ll be the staff members telling us to keep the noise down. Logan likes to scream when he comes, and I’m not the best at keeping myself quiet in a moment of orgasmic bliss either. Carter, by contrast, is measured and relatively silent when he lets go, and watching him stand there or lie there or balance there while his face goes red and his muscles are bulging trying to breathe in a weird controlled way, always makes Logan and I laugh. When he’s done pumping me full of his cum - and he always comes like a horse - he lets himself relax a little and chuckles along with the joke.

I’m horny just thinking about it. I always get a little horny in the bath, but the days when I know I’m going to be with Logan and Carter are just that little bit more special. So special, in fact, it takes a lot of effort not to make myself come, while I while away the time waiting for them to arrive to do the same. Sometimes I prefer it that way too, so I last longer when they are both here. Having two men to please sometimes means I have to keep myself going for twice as long. The other thing is that I get so sensitive in their company that dulling myself a little bit before by teasing myself quickly to orgasm helps to allow them to do everything they want to me, which usually involves Carter running through a huge list of dirty demands. I swear to God that even though he doesn’t look like it from a casual glance, he’s the dirtiest one of all three of us, and that’s really saying something when the other two are Logan and me.

I think this bath was designed to allow for easy masturbation with running water from the tap. I can lie down in such a way with my head against the tub and my legs swung over the edge or sit up in the corner instead and use the attached shower hose between my legs.

I’ve shaved my pussy again - I like to do it just before they come over - and even below the water it feels so soft and free of hair it’s sticky. I like not having anything in the way of my clitoris, pussy lips, pussy hole and button tight anus because it turns the sensitivity of my whole body up by something like a million percent, and Carter and Logan never complain either. There is something amazing about being so free and pure down there, that adds an additional element of taboo to our love making. It helps the sex too, the fucking as well, but it’s most important for the love-making.

Today I hook my legs over the edge of the bath and let the water from the tap fall around my sex. The shower head is great when I feel like a more direct spurt of water, but the tap offers a thicker stream and right now I want all over pressure. It doesn’t take long for me to feel the orgasm coming, and as I lay back, my head half submerged and my pussy held open by both hands to offer my clitoris up like a sacrifice to the god of tumbling water, I come hard and quickly, and can’t help but moan heavily, my tits breaking the water in waves as my lungs fill and empty with short breaths.

As the blood rising to the surface of my skin to make contact with the warm water turning my chest a hue of pink, the world goes warm and fuzzy and melts slightly around the edges of my vision.

I love making myself come, especially like this. Carter and Logan like watching me too, and when they arrive I’ll confess like a naughty girl and tease them with the anecdote, while I tease them out of their clothes. Carter can punish me while Logan ties me up, and then the two men can take turns making sure I’ve got the message to wait for them next time, while I beg them to stop and secretly hope they never will.

Five days and a handful of hours to make the most of the secret freedom we’ve developed for ourselves. After that, it’s public and the whole world will be on our doorstep fighting for the story.

When the knock on the door comes I’m deep in post orgasmic thought about our future and it scares me a little. Neither of these two are due for another hour or so, but it wouldn’t surprise me to see them try and catch me in my pre-date bath time ritual, or try and catch some alone time with me before the other shows up.

I skip to it and jump out of the bath, excited to see who’s made it here in record time, silently hoping it’ll be both of them.

“I’m coming”, I call as I pull on a bathrobe, the phrase true in both of its senses, and when I get to the door my pussy is tingling even more than it was already. I always get a buzz of nervous excitement in these moments, and today is no different.

I pull the door open in an excited flash, only for the blood to drain from my entire body when I see who’s actually standing there.